The End… Or a New Beginning?

This is something I have been mulling over for a long time however it’s only just started to form into a decision I feel capable of making.

This is going to be my last post on Long Tall Ally for the forseeable future, possibly forever. God that sounds so dramatic like I’m about to hitch up my skirts and flounce off into the sunset with one hand pressed to my bosom and the other against my forehead.

I’m not. I’m just not going to be updating here for a variety of reasons. I’ve never been what I would call a ‘good’ blogger, one who devotes time to blogging and who cultivates their site into a place people want to be. In fact I tend to ignore this place until I feel guilty enough to post, bash something up and then go back to ignoring it. Sure I’ve had dreams of trying to turn this site into something bigger but dreams are just that, and actually when your heart isn’t really in it at the end of the day they don’t tend to materialise out of thin air.

I started writing Long Tall Ally when I was going through a massive change in my life and I needed some sort of outlet to be able to deal with the feelings. Only it’s become clear that whilst this outlet has become a way of getting my feelings out I’ve spent precious little time actually dealing with them, or y’know feeling them. It’s time for me to focus on me for a while and sort out some stuff that has been going on for far too long.

So it’s with a sense of sadness that I sign off and say goodbye. I’m going to keep this site up just in case I want to come back to it one day so you’ll be able to delve through the archives if you want to. Thank you to every single person who has read my wittering, commented, shared posts or interacted with me in any way. Losing a person’s worth of weight isn’t something that you can do alone and I’ve been very lucky to have been surrounded by wonderful people, it’s now time to get myself healed a bit, quit living in the past and finally slay some demons so I can be as wonderful to them.

Doodle a Day: Sixty Three


Soppy post alert! Your wanker klaxon is about to go wild.

This clearly isn’t a photograph, it’s a picture of a mirror because I can’t draw myself. A friend whose name sounds a lot like “Marlotte Board” has spent the past week sending me a daily “Why I Love LTA” message. I couldn’t even read the messages at the start of the week, then I progressed to reading them through scrunched up fingers and now I’m doing okay.

I really do have the best friends!

Doodle a Day: Fifty Seven

Oh shit bugger arsehole piss cock fart!

Last night I went to The Black Bottle in Winchester (bloody wonderful night out) with my lovely workmates, had a skinful and drunkenly packed for Charley’s hen in Paris this weekend. Thus I forgot to do my doodle of the day.

I meant to do it today but forgot in a haze of Paris excitement (oh yeah, and the hangover) and now I’m sat in S’s flat in London before an early Eurostar tomorrow and have realised I’ve left the cocking pad of doodles at home.

Quelle domage!

I’ll have to catch up when I’m back but in the meantime just imagine me rocking a pair of Minnie ears, smoking a Gitanes (not actually! Blech!), wearing a Breton stripe with a red lip and eating macarons.

Ooh la la!